Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.